Through their conversation, Zhou You learned that the powerful martial artist opposite him was named Hei Jie. His experiences were enough to make one sigh with emotion.
Marquis Shen had guarded the Southern Border. Those had been the steadiest years of Hei Jie's life. Later, when the great edifice collapsed and rebel factions and evil specters rose everywhere like a swarm of bees, he had been forced to fight desperately just to survive.
Then Marquis Shen's disciples had been slaughtered to the last by the Calamity Bewitcher, leaving only Lai Hantian and Ao Donglai. Hei Jie had entered Ao Donglai's tutelage. In the blink of an eye, who knew how many years had passed? He had grown from a mountain boy into the powerful martial artist he was today.
Zhou You listened with endless sighs. "Brother Hei, it truly hasn't been easy for you!"
Those were honest words, spoken from the bottom of his heart.
Yet Hei Jie looked at him with sympathy instead. "Hasn't your Zhou Clan Western Sect had it even harder? For years, you've sent wave after wave of elite disciples to train in the north, all while having to contend with the Qi Family."
"Brother Zhou, have you ever been to the north? What exactly are the shamans like...?"
Before Zhou You could gather his thoughts to answer, Hei Jie dropped a piece of earth-shattering news.
"Ever since the shaman called himself Saint King, emerged from the Northern Territory, and slew Zhenbei Ge, all six northern provinces have fallen."
"The former Northern Profound Zhu has become a resistance force, tirelessly opposing the shaman Saint King. The Zhou Clan Western Sect has continuously sent elites to join them. It is truly a tale worthy of song and tears."
What? Duke Niu was dead?
Zhou You's heart shook